Looking around, Sun Wukong couldn't see Xiang Cangqiong's figure at all, and felt quite strange.
The destructive power of his attack just now was indeed strong, but it might not cause too much harm to a late-stage, top-level Saint Divine Realm expert like Xiang Cangqiong.
It might not even hurt him at all.
Where did that old thing run off to?
"Wukong, where's that old thief Xiang?"
Shen Lang flew in at this time, looking around without seeing Xiang Cangqiong's figure, he couldn't help but look puzzled.
"I don't know, I am also looking for him!"
Sun Wukong shook his head and cast his gaze to the distant Hong Jun Daoist Ancestor, "Ancestor, did you see where Xiang Cangqiong went?"
"No."
Hong Jun Daoist Ancestor shook his head.
They say observers see clearly, but even he as an observer couldn't see where Xiang Cangqiong had hidden.
"It's really strange! Wasn't that old thief shouting to fight us to the death?"
Sun Wukong furrowed his brow.
